GV – Chapter 82

After the college entrance exams ended, Ye Yuhuan and Song Zhiqing were faced with a snowstorm of party invitations.

It was all because Song Zhiqing had so flamboyantly announced their relationship status. Before, with the exams approaching, everyone had to reluctantly bury their gossip-loving hearts under layers of practice papers.

But now, their demand was—

Party!

Drink!

Drink a lot!

The members of the Cosmic Beauty Garden were especially prominent. One of them directly threw out the name of his family’s winery, proclaiming that as long as people showed up, the alcohol would be endless.

Once this trend started, some offered cars, some offered helicopters, some offered chefs, some offered venues, and some offered decorations. In short, with all the additions, this party was no less grand than any formal banquet in high society.

However, one difference from high society banquets was that as long as you were a Qinglin student, you could come to this party. There weren’t so many restrictions on status.

Once the news spread, the party became famous even in the second-generation rich circles of A-City. A dozen or so rich kids who weren’t from Qinglin wanted to come and have fun, but they were all turned away. This, however, only made its reputation grow even more.

But no matter how grand this party was, the core purpose never changed.

That was, Ye Yuhuan and Song Zhiqing had to come and tell everyone how they got together.

Listening to this news, Song Zhiqing grew more and more terrified by the day. Had these people gone mad?

If these people hadn’t gone mad, then once Ye Yuhuan drank the alcohol offered to her and started acting silly, she would definitely go mad.

How could she let anyone else see such an adorable Ye Yuhuan!

“What do you say, should we just flee the country?” Song Zhiqing suggested guiltily, biting her finger.

Even though she was the boss, if she really walked through the door of that party, she wouldn’t be able to control what happened.

Ye Yuhuan was organizing her books. Hearing this, she looked up and shook her head lightly. “Did you forget? You have a little sister whose family has a stake in an airline?”

Song Zhiqing frantically ruffled her hair, for the first time reflecting on whether her decision to expand the Cosmic Beauty Garden so aggressively had been the right one.

Seeing her like this, Ye Yuhuan chuckled softly. She walked over to smooth her hair, then moved a chair to sit opposite Song Zhiqing.

“If I don’t drink, no one can force me to.”

Song Zhiqing didn’t look comforted at all. Her brows were still tightly furrowed. Out of consideration for Ye Yuhuan’s feelings, she put it tactfully, “Do you think it’s possible that if the alcohol concentration in the air is too high, a person could get drunk just by inhaling the alcohol molecules in the air?”

You could have just said my name directly, you know.

Ye Yuhuan’s face stiffened as she thought this expressionlessly.

Fearing she hadn’t been vivid enough, Song Zhiqing even gestured, placing her hands on either side of her face and sniffing dramatically. “Like, is it possible to inhale it?”

Ye Yuhuan fell silent, but she had to admit that it seemed possible—even if it was so ridiculous that it could hurt the pride of a person who gets drunk from a single drop.

She took out a blank sheet of paper and began to calculate: “The evaporation coefficient of alcohol is… assuming the amount of alcohol exposed to the air at the same time that day is…, given the area of the venue and the density of the crowd, the alcohol density in the air is calculated to be about…, and my alcohol tolerance is about…, the amount of air I breathe each time is…, so will my breathing make me drunk in this environment?”

In a flash, the white paper was covered with all sorts of formulas.

Song Zhiqing’s head spun just looking at it. Seriously, they had already graduated, why did she still have to see this filthy stuff!

Thankfully, she had chosen a more humanities-focused major for university. Song Zhiqing secretly congratulated herself, then dealt another blow to Ye Yuhuan’s fragile pride. “Do you even know your own alcohol tolerance? It seems like you’ve never not been drunk.”

Ye Yuhuan’s calculating hand paused.

It was currently known that she got drunk every time she drank alcohol.

And it was called “one-drop drunk” because the smallest unit of measurement for alcohol is a drop.

However, Ye Yuhuan believed that no matter how sensitive a stimulation system was, there had to be a minimum threshold. As long as she experimented between zero and one drop, she could find this threshold and thus calculate whether she could withstand the alcoholic fumes at the party.

After she explained her idea, Song Zhiqing slowly gave her a thumbs-up.

Then she said sincerely, “Darling, you can wear a mask, right?”

Ye Yuhuan’s brain instantly stopped calculating.

“Yes.”

She said.

The air suddenly became very quiet. Song Zhiqing coughed and suggested for the second time, “How about we just go to C Province? We can take the high-speed rail.”

“No, I want to go.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. After all, it’s a party everyone specially organized for us. It would be too rude not to go. Besides, it should be fun.”

Ye Yuhuan, who had said this, did not expect to see such a scene when she walked into the party venue three days later.

It was clearly a high-end five-star hotel, so why was there a big red banner hanging at the entrance?

【Warmly Congratulating Miss Song Zhiqing and Miss Ye Yuhuan on Finally Getting Together!】

Ye Yuhuan’s steps towards the entrance began to hesitate. Her already thin face was on the verge of cracking, especially when she saw two people standing behind the door: Cui Xueying and Wang Hao. They were holding a suspicious object, which, from Ye Yuhuan’s experience, was very likely a party popper.

Was it really necessary to be this grand?

But this arrangement clearly appealed to Song Zhiqing’s preferences. While Ye Yuhuan was still hesitating, Song Zhiqing pulled her by the hand and strode forward.

“Bang!”

The party popper exploded.

“Pop!”

That was the sound of champagne.

“Kiss!”

That was the voice of Tang Xue, the head of their CP fan club.

“Kiss!”

That was the sound of people pouring in from all directions.

Song Zhiqing was someone who had seen big scenes. She calmly raised her hand and pressed it down in mid-air. The tide of noise immediately receded, showcasing the authority of Qinglin’s big boss.

Then she stood on her tiptoes and quickly kissed Ye Yuhuan, a smug curve on her lips afterward.

So, after such a cool move, she was still going to kiss her.

But, hadn’t they agreed to be conservative?

Ye Yuhuan thought silently, and because she had never seen such a grand scene, she stood there like a little bride from an old era.

Tang Xue, who had been screaming, saw this and quickly drank a glass of wine to calm her nerves—had her ship been reversed?

Of course, she couldn’t ask the couple themselves directly; it would be disrespectful. Anyway, the night was long. She would have a chance to figure out if the countless fanfictions she had written had gotten the top/bottom dynamic right.

If not, Tang Xue felt a strange excitement—a tsundere top and a cool-type bottom also seemed like a great pairing!

Although this party was organized in Ye Yuhuan and Song Zhiqing’s name, with over a hundred people attending, it was impossible for everyone to crowd around them. However, there were probably thirty or forty people who could.

Ye Yuhuan explained her condition in detail and used a mask to prove it, thus escaping the fate of being forced to drink. But for some reason, after hearing Ye Yuhuan’s explanation, Tang Xue’s smile seemed to become much stranger.

But the nature of the party did not change because of Ye Yuhuan’s condition.

A bacchanal, a true bacchanal.

There was a band singing on stage.

Below the stage, champagne, red wine, white wine, beer… any alcohol you could imagine was available in unlimited quantities.

The lights were bright, the music was deafening, and a group of newly graduated high school students, spurred on by alcohol and emotions, began a chaotic dance.

Someone confessed their love in public.

Someone was kissing in a corner.

Someone was chugging champagne straight from the bottle.

The sounds of clamor and cheers were endless. They seemed to be venting all the pent-up energy from the past three years tonight.

Shen Wei and Shangguan Xianxian had also come. As a couple fitting the theme, they were toasted with a round of drinks. Shangguan Xianxian was fine, but Shen Wei, surrounded by a circle of bodyguards worried she might get into trouble, had turned into a whining machine, shamelessly being coquettish with Shangguan Xianxian, asking her to say “I love you” every day.

Ye Yuhuan couldn’t bear to watch.

Of course, it was also because Song Zhiqing was starting to get tipsy herself, and she couldn’t be in two places at once.

When they arrived, Song Zhiqing had promised to just have a few drinks, definitely not too many.

Ye Yuhuan thought that since the plot was over, the ban on Song Zhiqing drinking was probably unnecessary.

So she had relaxed.

As it turned out, Song Zhiqing had a side to her that loved grandiosity.

Wang Hao was the first to come over with a drink. “Boss, I wish you and sister-in-law a hundred years of happiness!”

Song Zhiqing drank a glass in approval.

Cui Xueying lined up and followed, “Boss, I wish you and the strategist a blissful life!”

Song Zhiqing drank a glass in approval.

Then Shen Wei also came over to join the fun, slurring her words, “Song Zhiqing, you and Ye Yuhuan have to live well!”

Song Zhiqing drank a glass with a serious expression.

…

Tonight, Ye Yuhuan heard the most blessings she had ever heard in her life, so many that she suspected it was their wedding night, and Song Zhiqing was dealing with the guests who had come to the banquet.

Ye Yuhuan had tried to stop Song Zhiqing from drinking, but Song Zhiqing had righteously retorted, “Don’t you think we can grow old together?”

“Well… but… that’s not the same thing…”

Before she could finish, Song Zhiqing had already downed another glass.

Ye Yuhuan was helpless. All she could do was keep an eye on her, intending to take her away as soon as she showed signs of being drunk.

Song Zhiqing’s drunken state was not as obvious as Ye Yuhuan’s. Her expression was normal, her face didn’t flush, she would just suddenly start staring intently at Ye Yuhuan.

After being stared at for two minutes, Ye Yuhuan realized something was wrong.

Why hadn’t Song Zhiqing blinked yet!

She shooed everyone away and took a closer look, only to find that the person’s eyes couldn’t even focus.

Ye Yuhuan clenched her back teeth, deciding that regardless of any plot, Song Zhiqing would not be drinking much in the future.

When she helped Song Zhiqing to her feet, Ye Yuhuan realized the person had drunk so much her legs had gone soft. She clung to her like a gummy candy, spouting nonsense.

“Drink!”

“Hehe, Ye Yuhuan and I can be together forever.”

“We’ll not only be together in this life, but in the next life and the life after that too.”

“You don’t agree? If you don’t agree, then down this glass!”

Ye Yuhuan’s head ached from her antics, but her heart was soft. She sighed, bent down slightly, and lifted her up in her arms—after more than a year of conscious training, she could finally carry one Song Zhiqing.

With Ye Yuhuan’s action, an exaggerated “Wow” erupted from the pile of people who hadn’t yet passed out. Wang Hao was so shocked he even spat out the wine in his mouth. After dazedly wiping his mouth with his hand, he murmured, “Actually, she’s the brother-in-law? No, sister-wife—ew, that’s weird.”

After a while, he drank a large glass of water and scratched his head. “Forget it, I’ll just call her big sister-in-law.”

Beside him, Tang Xue pushed up her non-existent glasses, overturning all her doubts from the evening.

A cool-type top is the absolute best!